Went to the gym for the first time in ~9 months and felt it was almost unbearably difficult. Not sure if that’s due to the lengthy layoff or the half pint of ice cream I consumed before going.
The treatment for an ectopic pregnancy is abortion.
The treatment for a septic uterus is abortion.
The treatment for a miscarriage that your body won’t release is abortion.
If you can’t get those abortions, you die.
You. Die.
I wanna write an essay about the sheer joy of being able to smell things like sweat and shit and the garbage can and body nooks again after losing sense of smell and taste from COVID. Who will publish me?